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Nunca Olvidaré

Fifteen years ago today, I remember sitting at the doctor’s office early in the morning waiting my turn to been seen. I was 6 months pregnant and was having complications. A month prior I was put on bed rest because I started having contractions. Already had been through 6 miscarriages, the risks were high.

I remember watching the t.v. in the waiting room and the program stopped for breaking news. Couldn’t really hear what was going on but I could see that it wasn’t good and it was scary. All of sudden, a plane hits and a building goes down soon after. Every one in the waiting room gasped for air. Couldn’t figure out what was happening or where it was. But we had witnessed the inexpressible, the incomprehensible and the unthinkable. I got called in for my appointment, and walked away in confusion.

I got home, turned on the t.v. and could not believe what was going on. So many lives were lost. So much fear hovered over the country and the people.

So many say that 9/11 was a conspiracy but I also here those who are sensitive to what happened on 9/11/01. I believe this is more of a heart issue because countless lives were lost and many risked their own lives to save others. Loved ones are gone and their family still hurt to this day. So many are still risking their lives for all of us who reside here in the U.S. so we can feel safe to drive down our streets. Yes, there are still threats, violence and drugs but try living in a 3rd world country where people have to be inside their homes by sundown. Try living in a country where cartels controls the streets. Try living in a country where you have to kill to survive. Yes our Latino population has struggles here in the U.S., but struggles for survival are everywhere. We have been able to over come time and time again. We are fighters, survivors- Yluchamos porque esta en nuestra sangre.

Let’s stop the hate, and be proactive instead. Step up to the plate and show in deeds what we are capable of doing. We are intelligent, skilled, talented and clever enough to make a positive impact in this country. It’s time we put the “blame card” away and work with what we have and make it happen. Our children are watching, and our country is at stake. Why do I say our country? Because I live here and was born here like many of you. Don’t get it twisted, I love my Mexican culture and I’m pretty sure it’s obvious by now. But I also have to think about where I live and the future of my children, whom I’m pretty sure will also continue to live in the U.S. in the years to come.

SPREAD LOVE, NOT HATE.

Much love,

Silvia

Oh, and that little girl I was making sure was ok on September 11, 2001, is growing to be one of the most talented, beautiful young lady I have ever known. (I can say that because she is my little miracle baby.)